Pass the hooks and pass the bars And pass the money and pass the stars Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars) And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these hatters wanna hate But I'm seein' straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face Yeah, because I'm tearin' up the place and I'm not on the paper chase This my hobby, so come and kick it with me
In the studio not allowed are these groupie hoes Just ill minds and cold clothes Spit so much that I think I need a row boat And who knows, get kudos for sick verses and the Dojo My Dojo's the studio, no swaggy jacket my mojo No flip flops, no polos Just converse and saggy jeans Funny, people wanna jump in this rappin' scene But hey ain't even real as half of me They actin' [?] it's a fact to see Behind the scenes of this mainstream All I see is money, cars, and flashy things No heart, no soul, no strive for things Step right in fame, it's a damn shame A lot of rappers ain't, but they really wanna claim I ain't gonna lie, I'm as broke as a joke One brain, but I ain't got two chains I got a mind of my own, but my mind's been blown Every system I've ever owned, dub zone And hold up, turn the beat up and hand me that microphone
Pass the hooks and pass the bars And pass the money and pass the stars Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars) And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these hatters wanna hate But I'm seein' straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face Yeah, because I'm tearin' up the place and I'm not on the paper chase This my hobby, so come and kick it with me
Yeah, turn me up to the maximum Write 'til my grip get's traction son Get loose I could use some me, emces wishin' I come along and drip a ton Yeah, me is my persona hotter than a [?] Drop the [?] misses Carter 'cause I'm stressin' for a dollar [?] on the track, yeah that's me Itty bitty white kid from Kingston Springs Got too many tattoos on me My body is an art artistically Everybody in my city feelin' me Beast mode like daddy, I'ma grizzly I'm the white guy on the sidelines, my flow is goin' so MVP Emce's they gonna envy me When I'm at my peak on MTV Got stalkers at my house at night by the light they tryna catch a peak at me But nah, realistically the industry is creepy See that's why I stay away from rappers, they ain't doin' shit originally
Pass the hooks and pass the bars And pass the money and pass the stars Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars) And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these hatters wanna hate But I'm seein' straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face Yeah, because I'm tearin' up the place and I'm not on the paper chase This my hobby, so come and kick it with me Pass the hooks and pass the bars And pass the money and pass the stars Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars) And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these hatters wanna hate But I'm seein' straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face Yeah, because I'm tearin' up the place and I'm not on the paper chase This my hobby, so come and kick it with me
Yeah, I don't do this 'cause I really think I'm gonna be on MTV or VH1 It's just somthin' I picked up, ya know? And if you're good with somethin' go with it Who cares what people think? Who cares if they tryna shoot you down? Even know you like doin' it Don't stop just 'cause of what somebody says 'Cause that'll fuck you up ArriiTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
